Gah, FBTL is proving to be a perfect mixture of everything I needed to get out, and everything I never wanted to relive. I lost someone very, VERY close to me, to drugs when I was younger. An immediate family member, actually. And I guess this is my way of getting out all the feelings I had while I watched it happen. And my way of living everything I wish I had been gutsy enough to do.

So, if anyone was wondering how I know so much about addicts and their behavious/drugs in general. It’s not because I’m a junkie, I’m 100% against drugs. It’s just expierence and obsevation.

Anyway, chapter 3 is kinda depressing. Sorry, but I planned out the plot months ago, so I’m just rolling with it. This crap writes itself.